• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 04
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Her, Here

She tried to grow a mane
until the day Purple suited her better

Along came the cape
and the mountain severed
by years of wishful thinking

The green dress hid no less
than the distance and silence
no longer lingered

Her voice could be heard
for miles around. Some said its sound
made the sky mound and the snow kindred

What she sung of
the clouds have been keeping
until the rain